Puppy by James Croal Jackson
The beast chews on her UFO and sprints toward any open door then sits on my leg, panting...
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Read MoreI have come to believe that beauty lies in the intricacies of the mundane. It...
Read MoreThe violinist folds himself into his case, tucks his wings in carefully, folds his arms across his chest, sleeps. Beside his case is a smaller case, with a handle, and in it his violin also rests, perhaps dreaming...
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During the great flood Noah hid himself in the ark While Dayu tried to contain it...
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In those days, the self-afflicted were loud like a rat caught in the dark pipe....
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